When I walk outside I see my shadow and instantly look at my hair. Sometimes I see it blowing loose and free. It looks majestic, sometimes long, sometimes short. As I keep walking it keeps changing.
I sit in a bench in the park. People watch. Who are they, he, she, her, him? And where'd you get that dog?
Someone asked if I was okay today. I lied. I'm angry. But I'm fine.
I dropped my phone in the sink and it sunk, but surprisingly I felt completely okay. It went down the drain. spiraling all the way to the sea, maybe dory will find it and use it as a heater.
Sincerely, a not so paislee Paislee Jane
